602 A MODERN COMRDY
but we still stand for something. It's a mistake to forget
that."
She sat very still. Everybody respected grandfather;
even her father, to whom he did not speak. But to be
told that she stood for something was really too dull for
anything ! All very well for grandfather at his age, and
with his lack of temptations ! Besides, she had no handle
to her name, owing to the vaunted nature of British
institutions. Even if she felt that—by Lord Charles out
of Lady Ursula—she ought not to be dictated to, she had
never put on frills—had always liked to be thought a mere
Bohemian. And, after all, she did stand—for not being
stuffy, and not being dull.
u Well, Grandfather, I tried to make it up, but she
wouldn't. Coffee ? "
" Yes, coffee. But tell me, are you happy about
yourself ? "
Marjorie Ferrar handed him the cup.
" No. Who is ? "
" A hit," said the marquess. " You're going to be very
well off, I hear. That means power. It's wortli using
well, Marjorie. He's a Scotsman, isn't he ? Do you like
him ? " Again the shrewd bright glance.
"At times."
" I see. With your hair, you must be careful. Red hair
is extraordinarily valuable on occasion. In the Eton and
Harrow Match, or for speaking after dinner; but don't
let it run away with you after you're married. Where are
you going to live ? "
" In Eaton Square. There's a Scotch place, too."
" Have your kitchens electrified. I've had it done here.
It saves the cook's temper. I get very equable food. But
about this libel. Can't you all say-you're sorry—why put
money into the lawyers' pockets ? "